My little mother is the richest man in the universe

Chapter 207 A Little Not Enough
Chapter 213: A Little Not Enough
At this time, everyone held their breath and stared at Zhang Cheng.

Although Wang Sicong had a sneer on his face, he also stared nervously at Zhang Cheng, no, it was precisely at the cards in Zhang Cheng's hand.I thought to myself: "Hehe, I don't believe that your luck will be so good?"

Sorry, you can't believe this kind of thing.

Zhang Cheng shook the cigarette ash in his hand, then smiled lightly: "I'm sorry, I'm making a [-] shilling."

"..."

"Oh my God!"

"Did Zhang Cheng worship the God of Gamblers before going out?"

"This, this is another 19 million. It's already [-] billion..."

"Today is a big gamble!"

"too exaggerated."

"..."

Wang Sicong looked at the four [-] cards rolled out in front of Zhang Cheng, his eyes full of horror.I was so frightened that my whole body turned cold, and I said, "You are so capable..."

Before Wang Sicong finished speaking, Zhang Cheng directly interrupted:

"I'm screwed!"

'puff'

Zhou Tao almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Wang Sicong's face turned pale in an instant, and he was so frightened that he almost slipped from the chair to the ground.

And Zhang Cheng's nearest Zhao Lan also frowned, looking at the [-] spread out in front of Zhang Cheng with disbelief in his eyes.

Everyone around was stunned.

"He actually touched the bomb?"

"Is this really luck?"

"Why do I feel that this mahjong belongs to his family? I can draw whatever tiles I want?"

"Isn't it too much? Zhang Cheng's good luck is a bit against the sky, right?"

"This... three concealed kongs plus one exposed kong, which is 16 billion for 64-fold, and [-] billion for all [-]-fold cards?"

"No, you miscalculated. Zhang Cheng is all four bars plus a monotonous 120 bomb, this... this is [-] billion!"

"..."

With a 'grunt' sound, all the people present couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

He, how could he have such good luck?

"My God. 120 billion. How many times has this been doubled?"

"horrible."

"The river of blood is indeed the scariest mahjong game."

"..."

Wang Sicong finally came back to his senses now, Zhang Cheng added a bomb to these kong cards, and he just stunned him, blowing him into a fool.

'call--'

Panting heavily, Wang Sicong looked at Zhang Cheng's bloodshot eyes, and yelled out of composure: "Hahaha, you can really pretend to be aggressive, and won't let us draw cards together? Haha, now you have blown up your cards, and you only have a [-] card in your hand. Now you have played like this at the beginning of the game, and now there are at most two cards. I see if you can hold on until the end ?”

Zhang Cheng smiled faintly at him: "Stop talking so much nonsense, play your cards quickly."

Wang Sicong pretended to be calm and smiled, then picked up a card a little limply.It seems that his luck has reached the extreme, he has been bloodbathed by Zhang Cheng, and the first card he draws is useless.

Throwing it weakly on the card table: "Five of a kind."

"Touch, Ertiao."

"Eight barrels."

"four barrels"

"Bar..."

As there were less and less mahjong on the table, the atmosphere of the crowd became more and more tense.

On the other hand, on Zhang Cheng's side, since he touched the [-] bomb, there was only one mahjong left in Zhang Cheng's hand.And everyone also knew that the mahjong in Zhang Cheng's hand was [-] yuan.

And it seems that the luck of a few people is really bad.Among the four people on the card table, except for Zhang Cheng who had touched the bomb and received the Kong card.The remaining three families took one card after another and typed one card after another.Sitting there without any movement.

Seeing less and less mahjong, Wang Sicong became more and more anxious.

Just for what Zhang Cheng did just now, he already owes Zhang Cheng 120 billion.Coupled with the fact that there were fewer and fewer cards on the table, his heart was already on fire.

If he can't touch the bomb, it will be really cold.

Zhou Tai who was sitting next to Wang Sicong, why not?He has already started to scold his mother in his heart now, what the hell, he has lost more than 100 billion now, and his mahjong hand is not bad, but he can't touch a bomb, and there is no one to light a cannon.

Looking at the few cards left on the table, he was already desperate.I just kept praying that Zhang Cheng wouldn't scare them anymore, what the hell, my guts were turning green.

Compared to the despair of the two of them, Zhao Lan on the table was relieved, and she already felt that it didn't matter.Because I just said that I can lose up to 100 billion yuan, and Zhang Cheng also said that after I lose more than 100 billion yuan, I will be free of the remaining money.No matter what, she will only lose [-] billion.

At this time, it was Zhang Cheng's turn to take the cards again.

At the same time, everyone's eyes were fixed on Zhang Cheng, and they also wanted to know if Zhang Cheng could touch the bomb again.After all, there are only a few mahjong left on the table, so the chances of touching the bomb are much higher.

The most important point is that when a game was almost over, Zhang Chenghu had two [-] cards, and these two [-] cards were related to Zhang Chengyou.One piece of [-] yuan was originally in Zhang Cheng's hands, and the other one was the bomb that Zhang Cheng touched.

Seeing that Zhang Cheng's hand had reached out to the mahjong, a terrifying thought suddenly popped up in Wang Sicong's heart: "Could it be..."

was thinking.

Zhang Cheng said with a faint smile: "I'm sorry, I touched the bomb again."

"again!"

"Fucking touch the bomb again."

"Fuck!"

"I've only seen this kind of thing in movies and novels. I actually saw this kind of gamble today!"

"After this round of mahjong, I guess the son of the richest man in China can't stand it, right?"

"It's going to be counted again!"

"250 billion..."

"It's more than 200 billion!"

"My God, my God! Did you win nearly 200 billion yuan in a game of mahjong?"

"No, it's always Zhang Cheng who wins again. None of the three of them has ever had a single shot. Zhou Tai, Zhao Lan and Wang Si have never lost more than 200 billion, and the three together are almost 700 billion! "

"..."

Wang Sicong was speechless, just reached out to pick up the mahjong dumbly, and after looking at it, he threw it on the table.

Then seeing that there was only the last card left on the poker table, Wang Sicong looked at Zhang Cheng with some horror, and said weakly: "Hehe, I can still take out more than 200 billion. It's just that there is only the last card left now." One card, I don't believe you can still touch the bomb?"

Talking to Zhang Cheng like this, but he has already thought of a solution in his heart, how to solve it?
250 billion has exceeded his limit, and he can't afford so much money now, nor does he have that much money.

But what he didn't expect was.

Zhang Cheng glanced at the mahjong in his hand, then said with a faint smile:

"Ahem, I'm afraid 250 billion is not enough!"

……

(End of this chapter)